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Dag T. Straumsvåg
Translated from the Norwegian by Robert Hedin & the author RETIRED PRIVATE DETECTIVE He could hear this sound deep inside himself, a munching sound, like someone gnawing on a leg bone. He suspects his ex-wife, then his neighbor. A few months later he begins to limp. Maybe the limp was planted there. He moves toContinue reading “Dag T. Straumsvåg”
Leonard Cirino
A BEAUTIFUL OVAL My voice is quiet, with a single birdas its companion, somewhere in the tree, here in the wind, altogether lostin the forest with the dreams of oaksand beetles, bark and wounded cedars. And here one sees the silence the moon sinks into its caves and craters,its gouged-out skin with a reptile’s surfaceContinue reading “Leonard Cirino”
Nathaniel Tarn
Winter Oasis It is snowing violently behind my eyes as I try to sleep, out there the dancing prairie falcon is pressed into the ground, the bright hawk flamboyant as a kite in the sun turns raven against the clouds and the solitaire, a grey ghost peers through the French windows to see me passContinue reading “Nathaniel Tarn”
Marc-André Villeneuve
La voix ne meurt jamais. PAGE BLANCHE fourmis sur le plancher en bois porte entre-ouverte s’égare une hirondelle le grand fleuve charrie des vagues la houle nous soulève jusqu’au firmament des heures mouvement perpétuel nous sommes essoufflés au désert d’une page blanche où ne s’épanouit aucune palmeraie buée sur la vitre herbe en appel d’air l’aubeContinue reading “Marc-André Villeneuve”
Solidarité et Paix
Qui se souvient de la Terre?
Nous ne connaîtrons jamais leurs noms.
A Clear Space
For the mind, the spirit, the soul of the world.
Fabrice Farre
Il fait un rêve… Il fait un rêve d’olive noire. Tombé au pied de l’arbre porteur, pressentant le désert avant d’en effleurer le sable, sa peau se ride. L’absence du regard de ses semblables le colore, et sa forme qui roule s’arrondit lorsqu’elle s’épuise. Cette nuit, la frayeur crée le noyau. Osiris 101, 2025
Osiris Poetry 